You have butchered us like sheep and scattered us among the nations.
You sold your precious people for a pittance, making nothing on the sale.
You let our neighbors mock us. We are an object of scorn and derision to those around us.
You have made us the butt of their jokes; they shake their heads at us in scorn.
We can’t escape the constant humiliation; shame is written across our faces.
All we hear are the taunts of our mockers. All we see are our vengeful enemies.
All this has happened though we have not forgotten you. We have not violated your covenant.
Our hearts have not deserted you. We have not strayed from your path.
Yet you have crushed us in the jackal’s desert home. You have covered us with darkness and death.
If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread our hands in prayer to foreign gods,
God would surely have known it, for he knows the secrets of every heart.